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Perfect black threads held her together,

Her plates of overlapping pale skin.

The poison made her better,

But the poison sometimes didn’t go in.

Her eyes mirror apocalypse,

Pupils drowned in its deepest hollow.

Why must the ravens fear where she sits?

She sheds red tears but no sorrow.

Her limbs are frail and weak,

Tightened by the threads so they didn’t fall.

Her filthy blood was the stench that reeked,

She hid from everyone she saw.

The way she walked into the night,

The night with no stars.

The night with no light,

Only to watch the sky with scars.

The wind sang to her, mesmerized her in the words it spoke,

She began to wonder if she had a heart.

But her stitches the wind had broke,

She slowly died as she fell apart.



So she laid there cold and dead,

with no stitches left only thread.